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〃Ah； but you did know！〃 Armstrong said。 〃Sergeant； put this piece of dung in the wagon and book him for smuggling guns。〃
The man was dragged away roughly。 One of the young Chinese policemen was unwrapping another package。 It was small and square。 〃Hold it！〃 Armstrong ordered in English。 The policeman and everyone in hearing distance froze。 〃One of them may be booby…trapped。 Everyone get away from the jeep！〃 Sweating； the man did as he was ordered。 〃Sergeant； get our bomb disposal wallahs。 There's no hurry now。〃
〃Yes sir。〃 Sergeant Lee hurried to the inter in the police wagon。
Armstrong went under the airplane and peered into the main gear bay。 He could see nothing untoward。 Then he stood on one of the wheels。 〃Christ！〃 he gasped。 Five snug racks were neatly bolted to each side of the inner bulkhead。 One was almost empty； the others still full。 From the size and shape of the packages he judged them to be more M14's and boxes of ammo … or grenades。
〃Anything up there； sir？〃 Inspector Thomas asked。 He was a young Englishman； three years in the force。
〃Take a look！ But don't touch anything。〃
〃Christ！ There's enough for a couple of riot squads！〃
〃Yes。 But who？〃
〃mies？〃
〃Or Nationalists … or villains。 These'd… 〃
〃What the hell's going on down there？〃
Armstrong recognized Linc Bartlett's voice。 His face closed and he jumped down； Thomas following him。 He went to the foot of the gangway。 〃I'd like to know that too； Mr。 Bartlett；〃 he called up curtly。
Bartlett was standing at the main door of the airplane； Svensen beside him。 Both men wore pajamas and robes and were sleep tousled。
〃I'd like you to take a look at this。〃 Armstrong pointed to the rifle that was now half hidden in the jeep。
At once Bartlett came down the gangway； Svensen following。 〃What？〃
〃Perhaps you'd be kind enough to wait in the airplane； Mr。 Svensen。〃
Svensen started to reply； stopped。 Then he glanced at Bartlett who nodded。 〃Fix some coffee； Sven； huh？〃
〃Sure； Linc。〃
〃Now what's this all about； Superintendent？〃
〃That！〃 Armstrong pointed。
〃That's an M14。〃 Bartlett's eyes narrowed。 〃So？〃
〃So it seems your aircraft is bringing in guns。〃
〃That's not possible。〃
〃We've just caught two men unloading。 There's one of the buggers〃 … Armstrong stabbed a finger at the handcuffed mechanic waiting sullenly beside the jeep … 〃and the other's in the wagon。 Perhaps you'd be kind enough to look up in the main gear bay； sir。〃
〃Sure。 Where？〃
〃You'll have to stand on a wheel。〃
Bartlett did as he was told。 Armstrong and Inspector Thomas watched exactly where he put his hands for fingerprint identification。 Bartlett stared blankly at the racks。 〃I'll be goddamned！ If these're more of the same； it's a goddamn arsenal！〃
〃Yes。 Please don't touch them。〃
Bartlett studied the racks； then climbed down； wide awake now。 〃This isn't a simple smuggling job。 Those racks are custom made。〃
〃Yes。 You've no objection if the aircraft's searched？〃
〃No。 Of course not。〃
〃Go ahead； Inspector；〃 Armstrong said at once。 〃And do it very carefully indeed。 Now； Mr。 Bartlett； perhaps you'd be kind enough to explain。〃
〃I don't run guns； Superintendent。 I don't believe my captain would … or Bill O'Rourke。 Or Svensen。〃
〃What about Miss Tcholok？〃
〃Oh for chrissake！〃
Armstrong said icily； 〃This is a very serious matter； Mr。 Bartlett。 Your aircraft is impounded and without police approval until further notice neither you nor any of your crew may leave the Colony pending our inquiries。 Now； what about Miss Tcholok？〃
〃It's impossible； it's totally impossible that Casey is involved in any way with guns； gun smuggling or any kind of smuggling。 Impossible。〃 Bartlett was apologetic but quite unafraid。 〃Nor would any of the rest of us。〃 His voice sharpened。 〃You were tipped off； weren't you？〃
〃How long did you stop at Honolulu？〃
〃An hour or two； just to refuel； I don't remember exactly。〃 Bartlett thought for a moment。 〃Jannelli got off but he always does。 Those racks couldn't've been loaded in an hour or so。〃
〃Are you sure？〃
〃No； but I'd still bet it was done before we left the States。 Though when and where and why and who I've no idea。 Have you？〃
〃Not yet。〃 Armstrong was watching him keenly。 〃Perhaps you'd like to go back to your office； Mr。 Bartlett。 We could take your statement there。〃
〃Sure。〃 Bartlett glanced at his watch。 It was 5：43 A。M。 〃Let's do that now； then I can make a few calls。 We're not wired into your system yet。 There's a local phone there？〃 He pointed to the terminal。
〃Yes。 Of course we'd prefer to question Captain Jannelli and Mr。 O'Rourke before you do … if you don't mind。 Where are they staying？〃
〃At the Victoria and Albert。〃
〃Sergeant Lee！〃
〃Yes sir。〃
〃Get on to HQ。〃
〃Yes sir。〃
〃We'd also like to talk to Miss Tcholok first。 Again if you don't mind。〃
Bartlett walked up the steps； Armstrong beside him。 At length he said； 〃All right。 Provided you do that personally； and not before 7：45。 She's been working overtime and she's got a heavy day today and I don't want her disturbed unnecessarily。〃
They went into the airplane。 Sven was waiting by the galley； dressed now and very perturbed。 Uniformed and plainclothes police were everywhere； searching diligently。
〃Sven； how about that coffee？〃 Bartlett led the way through the anteroom into his office…study。 The central door； aft； at the end of the corridor； was open。 Armstrong could see part of the master suite with its king…size bed。 Inspector Thomas was going through some drawers。
〃Shit！〃 Bartlett muttered。
〃Sorry；〃 Armstrong said； 〃but this is necessary。〃
〃That doesn't mean I have to like it； Superintendent。 Never did like strangers peeking into my private life。〃
〃Yes。 I agree。〃 The superintendent beckoned one of the plain…clothes officers。 〃Sung！〃
〃Yes sir。〃
〃Take this down will you please。〃
〃Just a minute； let's save some time；〃 Bartlett said。 He turned to a bank of electronic gear and pressed two switches。 A twin cassette tape deck clicked into operation。 He plugged in a microphone and set it on the desk。 〃There'll be two tapes； one for you； one for me。 After your man's typed it up … if you want a signature I'm here。〃
〃Thank you。〃
〃Okay； let's begin。〃
Armstrong was suddenly uneasy。 〃Would you please tell me what you know about the illegal cargo found in the main gear bay of your aircraft； Mr。 Bartlett。〃
Bartlett repeated his denial of any knowledge。 〃I don't believe any of my crew or any of my people are involved in any way。 None of them has ever been involved with the law as far as I know。 And I would know。〃
〃How long has Captain Jannelli been with you？〃
〃Four years。 O'Rourke two。 Svensen since I got the airplane in '58。〃
〃And Miss Tcholok？〃
After a pause Bartlett said； 〃Six … almost seven years。〃
〃She's a senior executive in your pany？〃
〃Yes。 Very senior。〃
〃That's unusual； isn't it； Mr。 Bartlett？〃
〃Yes。 But that has nothing to do with this problem。〃
〃You're the owner of this aircraft？〃
〃My pany is。 Par…Con Industries Incorporated。〃
〃Do you have any enemies … anyone who'd want to embarrass you seriously？〃
Bartlett laughed。 〃Does a dog have fle